It’s Wednesday, September 9, 2009. Or, better put, “9.9.09.” Some 3 years, 3 months and 3 days ago, metalheads were having a collective kanipshin over 6.6.06, terrorizing their neighbors’ pets and carving satanic shit into their skin.
So how did the gritty falsetto belter behind 3 Inches of Blood bide his time that day? Scouting the Shire, perhaps. Or maybe slaying some dragons.
Welcome to the imaginarium of Dr. Pipes.
There is horror cinema. And then there is splatter cinema.
There is drug use. And then there is drug addiction.
There is heavy metal. And then there is extreme metal. Continue reading
They say if you remember the ’60s, you weren’t really there. Well, the opposite can be said for straightedge punk in the ’90s: After all, if you were trooly into hardcore, you were cold sober the whole time. Continue reading
Almost eight years after Isis pulled back the curtain on what stands as their strongest release to date, Oceanic, debate over its lyrical content lingers like an ebbed wave on the shore. Continue reading
Let’s enumerate, shall we, the instances in which authors of note¹ have put down their pens and picked up instruments instead. Continue reading
Living up to his name, Rick Moody had a gripe or three about the piece on his Wingdale Community Singers that I posted a couple of days ago. Continue reading
I’m not going to say much about David Cross’ “I Drink for a Reason,” which came out in August, because no one is capable of escaping the derision of the funniest man alive. Continue reading
The Bad Penny (beta) 